Because I woke up late today, I had to make up the run in the latter half of the day.
The sun was still shining when I reached Nehru Park. It was warm enough that it was the first day in months that I was comfortable enough in a long sleeved T-shirt.
Dogs lay about the path in splotches of sunlight. A team of boys wearing Delhi jerseys ran past me. Real runners, I thought to myself.
Earlier in the day, I found out that the young boy won the cross country school run – a distance of just over a kilometre.
Undoubtedly, the running style of youngsters is an entirely different way of running. Not just the seeming effortlessness of it but the style and power that exudes in each stride.
When I finished, I felt just fine. The run was done and spring was not too far away.
Writing about Running 